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"Reina?"

   "I-I am alright," Reina assured Harry, standing up and rushing over to the bowl of water that was nearby used for washing the hands and face. It was clean and she used it to wash her mouth while Harry stepped into the bathroom.

   "No, clearly you're not," Harry said with a frown, resting his hand on her back and rubbing soothingly. "What's the matter? Did the breakfast we have earlier upset your stomach?"

   "No, I do not think it's food," Reina murmured quietly, wiping her mouth with a clean rag.

   "Then what could it be?" Harry questioned with tightly knitted brows.

  Reina parted her lips to speak, but she didn't get the chance when loud banging on the door of their bedchamber interrupted them. Harry frowned and walked out of the bathroom to call out loudly for whomever it was to enter. King Desmond's guards stepped in with Jorey leading them. Reina stepped out of the bathroom, to stand by Harry, a frown coming upon her face at Jorey's presence. She never really liked Jorey because he had always been opposed to her marriage to Harry, now even more because she was always attending any Council meetings concerning the Messian matter.

   "What is it, Jorey?" Harry inquired with an arch of his brow.

   "Your father requests for your presence immediately, my Prince. It is to discuss the situation regarding the Followers of Messiah, and the recent kidnappings of peasant children," Jorey informed him, making Harry grimace a little because he didn't want to leave Reina's side.

   "Is it that urgent? Could I come a little later?" Harry asked, and Jorey immediately shook his head.

   "The King is rather upset that you took charge today at court and promised that peasant those things. He is the King, not you," Jorey said to him, making Reina scowl a little.

   "The King asked for Harry to be by his side and give suggestions when necessary," Reina defended her husband, and Harry had to hide his smile at the passive aggressive tone she had used. "Did you expect him not to step in and provide some sort of solution to the man's complaint when the King was just whining about the information on the Messians getting out of the palace?"

   "Watch your tongue, Princess. Do not disrespect your King like that," Jorey warned with an angry expression, making Harry step forwards to glare at him.

   "Don't you dare speak to my wife like that," Harry hissed aggressively. "I will see my father later."

  "I'm sorry, Prince Harry, but your father gave the guards permission to use force if you don't comply," Jorey said, giving the guards a nod and they stepped forwards, armors clanking.

   "Force for not wanting to see my father? Is he fucking serious?" Harry snapped angrily, wrenching his arms out of the grips of the guards who had grabbed his biceps. "I'll have your fucking heads-"

   "Harry," Reina uttered loudly, cutting him off with a warning glare. He grumbled and glared at the guards with blazing eyes and they backed away. "Jorey, please wait outside with your guards. Harry will come right away, I just need a moment with him."

  Jorey didn't say anything, but he lingered for a moment before walking away with the guards following him, closing the door shut behind him. Reina turned to Harry, holding his hands in hers and looking up at him with a sigh. She pulled one of her hands up to stroke his cheek, before cupping it gently and reaching up to kiss his cheek.

    "You cannot keep threatening to chop people's heads off and throw them in the lion's pit every time you get angry, Harry," Reina advised him gently. "And you cannot keep actually doing that, too."

   "I hate a lot of people here, Reina," Harry muttered with a roll of his eyes.

   "Yes, I know, but there's other ways to deal with them, without threats and execution."

   "You're right," Harry sighed heavily, reaching out to hold her hips. "Anyways, I do not want to go."

   "It'd be better if you do, your father seems adamant on seeing you today. Better not upset him, he is the King after all," Reina told him, making him shrug but then shake his head.

   "No, you are unwell and I have to be here for you."

   "I am fine, Harry. I just had an upset stomach is all, I feel better now, I promise," she said to him honestly. "And I'll tell you what I mean about it not being food that caused me to feel unwell, later when you return."

   "You are sure you feel fine? I can call the family physician," Harry mumbled unsurely, making Reina shake her head.

   "I promise you, I am fine," Reina smiled at his sweet and concerned self. "Now go, see what your father has in mind about the kidnappings and make sure to tell me later. I want to help."

   "Of course, my sweet," Harry mumbled, smiling. He kissed her forehead gently, stroking her cheeks before he turned to leave.

  Reina sat on the bed with a heavy sigh, glad that she now has a little time to discuss her assumed pregnancy with her grandmother and stepmother. She rested for some time and attended to her dragon eggs, tending them while waiting for her tea to arrive. By the time it was the afternoon, and Sebastian informed her that Harry was going to have lunch with his father because they still had things to discuss, she decided that this was a wonderful opportunity to eat with her family. She changed out of the snug silver dress she was wearing into a more comfortable blue dress with gold tracing and an intricate gold belt. Sebastian escorted her to the Royal Gardens as Fredric was with Harry discussing the guard's role in the Messian matter.

   "Look at how gorgeous my granddaughter is," Aella gasped in awe when Reina arrived, looking like a glowing, rare blue gem.

   "You look like a Princess men would die for," Genevieve smiled warmly at her stepdaughter as she took a seat.

   "She already is one," Aella responded before she took a sip of her wine.

   "Stop, the both of you," Reina mumbled modestly, a pleased grin on her face. She had really been happy for the past month due to her family being here. She was so grateful for Harry bringing them here, and she loved him dearly for it. "How has your day been?"

   "There is nothing to do in this damned castle, I could die of boredom," Aella complained in a bitter tone, making Reina laugh quietly as they dug into their meals. Reina tried not to eat too much because she still felt a little queasy from earlier.

   "Do you even do anything in general, grandmother?" Reina questioned with an arch of her brow, silver eyes glinting playfully.

   "No, I just sleep and eat for most of my time- stop laughing at me child! You too, Gen!"

   "You amuse us greatly, Aella," Genevieve chuckled lightly. "But I must admit, it does get a little boring here. I wish we could go out into town, it isn't like anyone would recognize us."

   "True, but with the threat of the Followers of Messiah lingering around, it's best not to visit," Reina told them.

   "Is there any new information on them?" Aella asked curiously.

   "Not entirely. But there have been complaints of children going missing recently. I assume it has something to do with the Followers, since their goal is to murder innocents."

   "Do you think they're going to try and send a message with some kind of slaughter?" Genevieve questioned out loud.

   "I believe so," Reina said with a sad sigh. "It's inevitable."

  Suddenly remembered the reason why she was so desperate to see her grandmother and stepmother today. She gulped, suddenly thinking about the danger her child would be in with this threat of the Messians around, if she were pregnant. The conversation moved onto a different topic, more gossip-related since Aella lived for dramas involving scandals and forbidden love. That was why she was Reina and Jon's biggest supporter. But soon her and Genevieve noticed that Reina wasn't really engaged in the conversation like they were, and Aella prodded her about it.

   "Are you alright, my dear?" Aella asked her. "You haven't gobbled up all of your honey cake like you usual do within seconds."

   "I've been feeling anxious about something lately," Reina sighed in response, lifting her gaze to meet the concerned ones of her grandmother and stepmother.

   "What is it? You can confide in us, darling," Genevieve furrowed her brows worriedly, reaching out to squeeze her hand. Reina smiled gratefully.

   "I haven't bled in the past month, and-and today after breakfast I vomited so I think-"

   "You're pregnant!" Genevieve squealed happily with a laugh, grabbing Reina and planting a kiss on her cheek.

   "But-But are you certain? Is there no other way to check?"

   "Come here, Reina," Aella called her to stand up. Reina went over to Aella and stood in front of her, and Aella followed her movements.

   "Oh my, what are you doing?" Reina widened her eyes when her grandmother reached out to feel her breasts through her dress. "Grandmother, stop, there are guards here!"

   "They shouldn't be looking or they'll lose their heads," Aella sang. "You have tender breasts, my child. Have they felt sore recently?"

   "Yes..." Reina trailed off quietly. "So I'm pregnant?"

   "Mhmm," Aella smiled brightly, cupping Reina's cheeks. "Oh darling, why do you look so upset?"

   "I-I don't know," Reina stuttered with an unsure expression on her face.

  Reina took a step away from her grandmother, turning away to look out at the sea for comfort. She couldn't describe the mixture of emotions that had settled at the pit of her stomach at the moment. She thought she'd be full of joy at the news of her being pregnant, but instead she felt really anxious. She then realized it was because of the Messian threat, and their recent kidnappings of the peasant children that had her anxious. She worried for her unborn child and its future.

   "I-I just never thought about how much danger the child would be in now that I'm the future Queen," Reina whispered quietly, hand darting up to touch her abdomen and eyes flickering down simultaneously. "I'm sorry, grandmother, Genevieve, I-I should be celebrating and happy-"

   "No, love, we completely understand," Genevieve walked up to her side, and Aella took up the other. "We understand your fear, and it is completely normal."

   "You need not to worry, my child," Aella reached up to hook her arm around Reina's, lacing their fingers together and giving her a wrinkled smile. "I know that with your fierceness and stubbornness, you will protect this baby against the darkness in the this world."

   "Not to forget that Harry too will be adamant on playing a part in the protection of the baby he is the father of," Genevieve pointed out, winding her arm around Reina's waist with one arm and holding her hand with the other. "Him, the King and Queen, everybody in this castle as well as Reyes and our people in Vardomos will serve to protect this baby."

   "And if you're worried about this stupid Messian threat, it will be vanquished by the time you give birth, and during your pregnancy you will remain here in the castle with us, and the guards protecting you from harm," Aella told her firmly, and Reina began to feel more and more reassured now.

   "Thank you, both of you," Reina whispered with a teary smile, squeezing their hands as they stood there, joint. "Whatever would I do without the two of you?"

   "I would usually find something snarky to say, but, honestly, you would be fine on your own," Aella said with a warm smile, her rare sweetness making Reina grin happily. "You are so strong, my dear."

   "It's true," Genevieve nodded with a smile. "You can survive anything, Reina, I am positive of it. You will get through this fear you're having because of the Messians. I know it."

   "Your faith in me warms my heart greatly," Reina told her grandmother and stepmother. "I love you both dearly."

  They all embraced one another, and Reina felt her heart bursting with joy and love for having some of her family here with her during this time of worry and crisis. Now that her nerves were calmed, she could feel the excitement for the baby rising inside of her. She could feel a smile drawling on her lips as she imagined telling Harry the news, how happy he would be. She knew he secretly really wanted a child, even though they never really spoke of it as much ever since her worry about being stabbed affecting her fertility. But the way he got excited for the dragon eggs to hatch, not because he was to own three magnificent creatures, but because he was going to be the father to three babies. She always adored the way he cared for the eggs, even when he was constantly put down by the fact that only Reina was able to feel the life inside them but not him. She just knew his reaction to her pregnancy was going to be positive.

  Reina's mood was quickly spoiled however when it came to dinnertime. The Queen had suggested a family dinner, and had after such a long time, requested for Reina to attend. Gemma's husband was attending as well, so Reina assumed that there must be some sort of reason for having the family together. Jaide and her overheard Gemma whining about the dinner and having to go for it with her husband, Maeson, nonetheless planning to wear a spectacular dress to outshine Reina. Reina, being the petty, headstrong woman she was, decided to dress even better.

   "Oh my," Harry gasped quietly in awe when Reina appeared with Sebastian. "Reina, you look breathtaking."

  Harry smirked at the sight of his gorgeous wife, admiring the raven black dress she had on with golden embellishments. Her sleeves were sheer black but decorated with golden dragons, swirling around, breathing fire. On her neck, sat a thick, velvet choker with a golden dragon pendent hanging from it, eyes made of ruby. Harry always loved it when she in cooperated the colors of his house, gold and crimson, in her outfits, just as her tried to do with hers. He had been wearing a lot of black and gold recently, and as had she. Harry was matching her, body adorning an all black outfit with a lovely, jacket of the same color but with golden lions sewn onto the fabric.

  Reina approached Harry and he immediately reached for her hips, pulling her towards him and lowering his head for a kiss. His wife smiled in amusement against his pink lips, puckering against them sweetly and giving them a few pecks before pulling away.

   "Have you been feeling alright, my love?" Harry questioned quietly as they stood outside the special dining room that was only made for the Styles family. "I'm so sorry I couldn't attend lunch with you."

   "I am perfectly fine, and it is alright, Harry. I had lunch with my grandmother and Genevieve," Reina assured him with a smile, making him mirror it and nod. He took her hands and held them as he took a step back to look at her again, biting his lip with a charming smile on his face.

   "I will never even begin to fathom how stunning you truly are," Harry murmured quietly in genuine awe, making Reina's cheeks flush and pull her hands out of his to hold him again.

   "Stop, you are too sweet with your words," Reina hushed him with a peck to his lips, making him whine when she pulled back because he wanted more. "Harry, your parents will be here any moment now."

   "So? I want to kiss my wife, is that such a crime?"

  With that, he leaned down to kiss her again, pushing her against the wall near the door of the dining room. Reina couldn't help but kiss him back because his lips felt so good against hers, along with his addictive, hot tongue. But as soon as he slipped his hand a little too lower than her hips to grab her ass, she yelped and slapped it away when she heard the clearing of a throat. Harry only pulled his lips away with a grunt to look at whom interrupted them, scowling deeply when he saw that it was only Gemma and her husband Maeson.

   "Wow," Maeson commented sarcastically. He noticed how Harry still didn't bother to pull away from Reina whom he had trapped against the wall, hands on her ass with his body against hers.  "Mind if I join?"

   "Maeson!" Gemma exclaimed loudly with wide eyes.

   "Don't you have your usual whores to attend to?" Harry said with a roll of his eyes, making Gemma flush with anger while Reina shoved him gently in disapproval. "What? It's true. You've heard the rumors."

   "Maybe not speaking on such speculations would be the more mature thing to do?" Reina arched a brow at her husband, making Harry grumble and comply, making sure to put a filter on his mouth. But he knew he'd take it off eventually.

   "Good lord, the King is right. She really has her dragon claws sunk in real deep," Maeson commented, making Reina frown deeply at the annoyingly handsome man, making Harry move so that she could stand properly.

   "What is that supposed to mean?" Reina challenged him in questioning.

   "You've changed our Harry right here."

   "For the better, I believe, and he changed for himself and his future reign," Reina responded sharply, while Harry nodded in agreement. He loved watching Reina defend him, when in the past he would get annoyed with such a thing because it would seem like he couldn't defend himself and needed his wife to do it for him. But he just loved how riled up she got with it all.

   "I don't believe so," Maeson chuckled deeply.

   "Well it isn't like your opinion actually matters now does it?" Harry spat back, winding his arm around Reina's waist.

   "Dinner hasn't even started and you're all bickering already," another voice spoke up from the distance, and all pairs of eyes darted to the newcomer: the Queen. "Someone remind me why I asked for the whole family to attend dinner tonight."

    "Where's father? Can we hurry this up please?" Harry whined impatiently, ignoring his mother's words and making Gemma roll her eyes.

   "Why the hurry? So eager to get back to your bedchamber and let loose with your whore of a foreigner wife?" Gemma questioned with a snicker, making Harry's expression transform into one of anger. Reina on the other hand rolled her eyes at Gemma's immaturity.

   "Yes why, you want to watch?" Reina inquired with arched brows, folding her hands in front of her stomach. "Perhaps it will help you learn a thing or two as to help spice up your sex life."

   "Ugh you're just as crude as him!" Gemma spat in disgust making Harry laugh, kissing Reina's cheek for the brilliant comeback.

   "Maybe you should go watch, it would loosen up your prudish mind a little," Maeson said with a snicker, making Gemma gasp and smack him before she stormed into the dining room to sit alone and away from the three.

   "This family is dysfunctional," Diana, the Queen, sighed heavily, having heard the entire conversation. "Come let's be seated before the King arrives so that we can start together."

  Harry grabbed Reina's hand and tugged her inside, lifting their joined hands up to kiss the back of her hand. As soon as they sat next to each other, Harry's hand landed on her lap, feeling around for her thigh. Reina widened her eyes and smacked his hand away, knowing what he was going to try and do. Soon enough, the King walked in and they were forced to stand in respect. He sat at the head of the table, and the Queen sat on the opposite head, while Gemma and Maeson, Harry and Reina sat on either sides. Dinner looked absolutely scrumptious, however, Reina worried slightly that she was going to get sick again. She felt a little queasy after smelling the food, especially the roast venison.

   "Harry, stop," Reina whispered firmly to him, pressing her legs together to stop him from touching her sex. He had somehow, during the course of this dinner, slipped his hand under her dress.

   "Stop what?" Harry murmured back cheekily, green eyes glinting with mischief.

  He was being incredibly touchy that night, and it was obvious he was sexually frustrated because all he would do was whisper into Reina's ear about how much he'd love to fuck her on the dining table. Nobody could hear because of how low they were whispering, all they would see is the cute couple whispering and giggling quietly, Harry occasionally laying a kiss on Reina's cheek and bumping her arm playfully.

  Gemma huffed in irritation, extremely jealous that Harry and Reina had something special, whereas her and Maeson barely even looked at each other. She often considered what it'd be like to have an affair since Harry had so many flings before Reina, but she was true to her values and beliefs and that included married women not allowing to do such a thing when men could.

   "Are you excited for your birthday ball, father?" Gemma questioned with interest when the main conversation shifted to being about the King's birthday. Reina decided to listen in for a bit, curious about this birthday ball.

   "I was, but I'm afraid it will be delayed for after my birthday, once the tension of the Messian threat dies down and we've retrieved all the kidnapped children," King Desmond spoke quietly.

   "Any luck finding them?" Maeson inquired.

   "Unfortunately no, our guards are still looking. They've been looking all day," the King murmured, chewing slowly on his food.

   "May The One guide help us find these poor children," the Queen said solemnly.

   "Foreigners," Gemma scoffed, looking at Reina. "Always so aggressive and violent."

   "I hope you are only referring to the Messians and not the rest of my people," Reina spoke calmly, hard eyes glaring at Gemma.

   "They're all the same, so are you," Gemma shrugged lightly, grabbing her goblet to sip on her wine. "You're always so rude and aggressive to me."

   "I am not aggressive!" Reina gaped at her. "Gods must you always be so bitter, Gemma?"

   "I am simply stating the truth, Reina," Gemma scoffed loudly. "Who knows? Perhaps you are the one orchestrating this Followers of the Messiah bullshit."

   "How dare you make such accusations?" Reina snapped harshly, standing up all of a sudden, causing Harry to speak up.

   "Gemma, must everything that comes out of your mouth be utter horseshit?" Harry questioned with a genuinely curious expression on his face, making Gemma's face contort with anger.

   "Oh fuck off, Harry!" Gemma screeched, making the Queen slam her hand down against the table.

   "Language! Gemma!"

   "I do not care!" Gemma retorted with a harsh scowl. "I don't want her having dinner with us-"

   "Why? Because she's a constant reminder of how much of a bitter, prejudiced, pathetic princess you truly are," Harry spoke so loudly and angrily, his voice echoed throughout the dinning room. "I will not tolerate your disgusting behavior towards my wife just because you're jealous of her."

   "Jealous? Why you-"

   "Enough!" the King boomed loudly, standing up abruptly. "Reina, you won't be attending family dinners here on after."

   "She's the one not allowed to attend? It should be Gemma, she's been acting up ever since I got married! This is unfair!" Harry shouted in rage.

   "We will be dealing with Gemma's behavior later and separately," the Queen spoke up with a heavy sigh, wondering to herself why she decided to invite Reina.

   "But mother-" Harry began to yell again before Reina grabbed his arm and stopped him.

  "Harry! Let's us leave," Reina told him firmly, making him swallow his words and nod curtly. "I've lost my appetite."

  Just as Reina and Harry began to walk away, the doors of the dining room flew open, revealing Jorey, Fredric and a few more guards trailing behind him. The look on his face was indescribable, and everyone was able to detect that he didn't just storm in with the motive to bear good news. The King stood up in response, a deep frown etching onto his face as Jorey bowed in respect for disrupting the family dinner.

   "Your grace, we have a problem," Jorey said urgently in an ominous tone. "You must see this."

  The King followed Jorey out of the dining room, quickly. The rest of the family was too curious to remain in the dining room so they followed. As they rushed down the hallway that led to the top floor of the castle, Harry's hand found Reina's as they walked quickly, worried expressions etching onto their faces.

  They heard screams and gasps coming from the entrance near the stairs, and Harry halted in his steps, pulling Reina back because he didn't want her to see whatever it was that was causing the screams to rise. But Reina was adamant, and wrenched her hand out of his grip, running after the King who had now disappeared into the next floor at the top of the stairs. When Reina found herself in the hallway that Harry often came up to cool off and think alone, screaming in shock when her wide eyes settled on the barbarous sight before her.

  Along the walls were 6 bodies nailed in place, naked and dead. On their foreheads, there were symbols of The Messian faith painted in blood, while more of the liquid crimson dripped from the slit throats. What shocked everyone more was these bodies were of the children that had been kidnapped recently. Above their heads, was a phrase written in the foreign language in blood.

  The Faith of Messiah is the one true faith. All must die.

  Reina felt her stomach lurch as her hands clutched her abdomen, feeling sudden fear striking her heart as she took a few steps back. But she quickly bumped into someone, making her whimper loudly, spinning around.

   "Reina!" Harry grunted, arms coming up to hold her as her brows lowered, wondering why she looked so frightened and pale. Then his gaze lifted up to see what was going on, and felt his lips part in shock.

   "Harry! Reina! Go to your bedchambers, now!" the King ordered loudly. When they both weren't responding, Desmond spoke again but much more firmly. "Go now!"

   "Reina, come," Harry said firmly, but gently, one arm wrapped around her waist with the other holding her elbow to drag her away.

  Sebastian followed them with two more guards to make sure they returned to their bedchamber safely, and to guard and protect them. The door swung open and Reina immediately found herself collapsing on the bed with a hand over her heart, unable to remove the images of what she had just seen. Harry was pacing around the room, running his fingers through his hair in frustration, and muttering to himself quietly.

  He was shocked by what he had seen, and even more of the fact that the Messians had managed to sneak into the castle and do that. His heart ached for the innocent children, especially when he was suddenly reminded of the promise he made to the weeping man that morning about finding his daughter.

   "Those poor children," Reina whispered woefully with a shake of her head, heart racing with her breathing heavy. "How cruel can one be to murder innocent children?"

   "They are barbaric," Harry murmured in response, still standing with his hand in his hair. "Fuck they were in the castle," Harry murmured with wide, fearful eyes. "O-Or they must've found a way to sneak in and do...that."

   "It makes sense, that area of the castle isn't always guarded and has open windows."

   "For fuck's sake," Harry grunted loudly in frustration. "I-I promised that man I'd find his daughter, n-now she's dead."

   "Oh Harry, you must not think this is your fault," Reina stood up and rushed over to him. Her hands cupped his cheeks, thumbs stroking them comfortingly as he held her close to him. "You didn't know something like this would happen."

   "This is insanity," Harry muttered with a pained expression. "Oh my love, please don't cry."

  Reina couldn't stop the tears from flooding because she just couldn't get the pictures out of her mind. Even something like this wouldn't make her cry, but her hormones were making her extra emotional, and she couldn't stop thinking about their unborn child. She couldn't stop her mind from imagining her own child dead and nailed to the wall. The thought only made the tears flow harder. She wasn't sobbing or crying hysterically, just crying silently, nonetheless it made Harry's heart break in his chest.

   "Reina, I promise I will protect you from this threat, and I fucking promise you," Harry whispered fiercely to her, hugging her upper body firmly as her buried her face into his chest.

   "Harry," Reina whimpered after her crying lessened, head pulling back to gaze at him.

   "Oh my sweet, Reina," Harry murmured with a pained expression, hating how scared and worried and sad she looked. His arms pulled back for his fingers to wipe her tears away, head ducking down to kiss her forehead firmly. "It hurts my heart more than anything to see you cry like this."

   "I-I'm sorry, I'm just scared," she sniffled, blinking the tears away, leaving her long lashes sticking together.

   "I know, my love, and it is alright to be scared," Harry murmured gently, cupping her cheeks. "Just know that I will try my hardest to protect you from all the evil in this world."

   "It isn't just me I'm scared for," Reina whispered with a shake of her head. "It's for you and..."

   "And?" Harry arched a brow at her, wondering whom on earth she'd be worried for. "Your family, oh Reina, I promise you I will have my best guards protecting them."

   "No, Harry, I am talking about someone else," Reina smiled this time, because he couldn't guess whom he was talking about and his confusion was endearing. Harry frowned deeply, before it dawned upon him when he looked into her eyes and saw the answer written clearly in the pale green of them.

   "Oh my lord," Harry gaped slightly in shock, making Reina laugh a little with a nod to confirm his assumptions.

   "I am pregnant, Harry."

   "Pregnant? Truly?" Harry's eyes widened to the size of saucepans, momentarily flickering down to Reina's tummy where her hand went to rest on it, as if on instinct. Reina nodded with a smile, making Harry laugh loudly and joyfully in response. "You're pregnant!"

   "Yes- oh my! Harry! Put me down!" Reina squealed loudly when Harry picked her up and spun her around, making her giggle with her eyes squeezed shut, clutching his head for support.

   "Sorry!" Harry apologized with a giggle, dropping her down on the bed and climbing on top of her, making sure not to rest his weight on her body. "I'm just excited and happy, after what happened."

   "It's alright, I'm so happy you're happy," Reina smiled warmly, wrapping her hand around the nape of his neck and tugging him down to kiss his lips firmly. "Finally fucked me hard enough for me to get pregnant, eh?"

   "I'm sure if I fucked you even harder you'd be sprouting twins," Harry laughed lightly, puckering his lips against hers and kissing them again. "We're having a baby! He or she will have the most beautiful eyes in this world, and-and if it's a girl she will look as beautiful as her mother and if it's a boy-"

   "He'll look as beautiful as his mother," Reina cut him off playfully, smirking teasingly at him while he pouted.

   "Excuse you, he will have my incredibly handsome looks, mind you!"

   "Of course, my love, our baby will be beautiful nonetheless," Reina promised him, pecking his lips again. "It will have an incredible father, one so fierce in loving and protecting."

   "And a mother who is kind, and lovely and just utterly incredible," Harry smiled blissfully, rubbing his nose against hers before kissing it. "Reina, was that why you were crying? Because you were afraid for our child?"

   "Yes," Reina sighed a little, smile disappearing as soon as she heard his words.

   "Look at me," Harry murmured, making her gaze flicker up to lock with his. "Reina, I promise no one in this world will work harder than me to love and protect this child, and you. I would rather die than see either of you get hurt."

   "Oh Harry," Reina whispered tearfully, kissing his cheek and hugging him. "I believe you," she said even though she never believed in promises of protection. He was just so fierce and adamant with them, especially with his words; she was just always manipulated into believing them.

  He pulled away to kiss her lips briefly before he crawled downwards until his feet touched the floor and he was kneeling on the floor. Reina understood what he position she wanted him in and shuffled downwards until her legs dangled off the edge of the bed, and he was kneeling between them. He caught her a little off guard when he cupped her tummy, pressing his lips to it before he rested his forehead against it and whispered.

   "Daddy and Mummy are going to protect you, little one," Harry whispered softly with a smile that his teeth peeking through and dimple dipping into his cheek. His words made Reina's eyes tear up, hand resting on the back of Harry's head, stroking his curls.

  "My tiny dragon, or lion," he laughed softly. "I mean, our tiny dragon or lion."

   "Come here," she whispered with a laugh, tears slipping out of her eyes again as he straightened his body so that his lips could reach hers. "I love you, my sweet creature, oh so much."

   "And I love you, my Little Dragon."

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❀ there are no other fictional couples that I've written created whom I've wanted for to have kids MORE THAN Reina and Harry. It just feels right with them idk why.

Sorry if her reaction was terrible at the start, I wanted her to be anxious more than excited. Also sorry if like Harry's reaction sucked too idk I'm not good with happy moments LOL.

❀  the kid can have be gender it wants or not identify as one, but because this is the medieval times, do you think it's a girl or a boy?

❀ also apologies for this in advance but there will be a lot of time skips because Reina's pregnancy isn't like the main focus of the story, it's the whole thing with the Messians.

Until we meet again...

thiø